Look What Love Gave Us
A spider-man fanfic by Diane
I don't own Spider-man, Marvel comics or any characters associated herein. I also don't own the song "Just Imagine" from the musical, Good News.
Mary Jane looked out at the ocean. All she could think about was Peter, and their talk. All she ever wanted was to be loved, and to return that love completely. She knew Peter would always be there for her, but the words "as a friend" felt like a dagger being plunged into her heart. All of those years she had lived next door to him, had been so close to him, and she never knew. Never knew he was the one for her. Love sucked that way. And now she was too late. "Dammit!" she smacked her hand down on the wooden pier. The icy cold wind blew her hair back, crystallizing her tears as they fell into the sea.
"I thought I found my ideal man.
I always knew he'd arrive…""Mary Jane?"
She knew that voice. It was Harry. Wiping her tears away as best she could, she turned around and faced him. "Hi," she said softly, and gave a small smile.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah," she answered. "Just doing some thinking." She paused, and turned back to the water. "Harry, what are you doing here?"
He walked up, and stood next to her at the pier. "I followed you. I saw you coming this way, and you looked really upset."
"Oh." She whispered. 'Great, he thinks you were going to jump. Boy, this day gets better and better.' She thought.
"Mary Jane, you know I'm crazy about you. Can't we go back to the way things were before?" he asked, avoiding her face and stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"Harry---" she started.
"I bought this for you." He retrieved a long slender velvet box from his pocket and thrust it into her hands. "Open it."
She saw the desperation in his eyes. She lowered her head and opened the box with a click. A diamond tennis bracelet was cradled in the box's black lining. She looked up at him. A huge grin was on his face.
"It's beautiful. But, I can't accept this," she whispered, closing the box and handing it back to him. "I'm sorry, Harry." She drew her trench coat tighter and turned to walk away.
"Wait!" he clamped a hand onto her shoulder. She turned back to him. "Is it… because of what my father said?"
His father. His father that called her nothing more than a two-dollar whore at Thanksgiving. She had lost all respect for the man, but he was Harry's father, and he had been buried earlier that day. "No," she said. "There's no doubt in my mind that you didn't love your father. And I'm here for you, I can't even imagine how hard it's going to be." She paused. "But, I'm in love with someone else."
"Not that ridiculous Spider-man again," he said, a little more coldly than he could have.
Mary Jane froze. She rubbed her bottom lip with her fingers. Could Peter be Spider-man? She thought back to when she had kissed Spider-man, after he saved her from the Fair. And his lips, his tongue… no, not Peter. Peter was so sweet and kind. "No, not Spider-man," she said.
"Peter," he said, and she nodded. "You can't be serious." He added.
"I have to go." She said, turning.
"He never even made a move!"
"I have to go!" she lowered her head, and started walking briskly away.
"Mary Jane!" he called after her, but she didn't look back.